Dad
The first time I saw him, we were hanging out at their place in PMA, checking out Kigao's commissioned work - 1996 or 1995, if Alzheimer's has not gotten the better of me. He was calling someone. It was then that we discovered Kigao's real name. :D The second time I saw Dad was the first time I actually met him (the first time didn't count as I still don't think he saw us). The house in PMA was always open - literally. I was already lost inside, halfway through the living room. The sight of him stopped me in my tracks. His low voice saying "Yes, my child? Who are you looking for?" was like a gun cocking towards an intruder (me!), even if he had infused a friendly tone in his voice. After mumbling something about coming to visit his eldest son who was sick at that time, he looked at me from head to toe and back. Then he "smirked". I, in my short dress, then 27 years old, struggled not to faint. Later I realized that he really looks at people t...